You claim you hate my guts,
Yet you admire my every move.
You watch me like a hawk,
You spy on everything I do.
You're the first to stalk my stories,
You're the first to skim my posts.
You're very clearly obsessed with me,
Very clearly more than most.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
